the road, an obscuring haze
lingering and peaceful
enveloping a forlorn soul
not one part of me got numbed.
Road to nothingness
It was a cold morning
I spotted a lone flower behind the pine tree
Like photo cache, I love fog (or at least the idea of it). I like the idea of walking on a long, narrow road with the fog coming to me. Being partly hidden, partly lost from your surroundings—it’s the most surreal feeling. The end of the road was zero visibility, but I walked anyway. And then I was happy not knowing what’s ahead.
It was just a fleeting moment of course. Slowly, the fog was gone and the road was all clear again.